Place these fingers over the holes in your flesh But you'll never find the pieces that you lack Searching nameless city streets and abandoned hearts For your salvation Nothing will save you here Borrowed time, forgotten miles, faceless tragedy This lost city's demise We'll be the ones to break this mold You've spent way too long to get this wrong Your perception and your walls between everything Catch your breath, you'll make amends You'll be free at last This point of despair Revealing force with no acceptance of the present situation This place of desire Deserted, with no one but yourself to blame We'll be the ones to break this mold You've spent way too long to get this wrong Your perception and your walls between everything Catch your breath, you'll make amends You'll be free at last